A Mismatch Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

A Mismatch



His wealth attracted me.
My skin attracted him.
He was black and i pale white.
We get married happily,
People say we are a mismatch.
14.01.2018

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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